Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 37

My heart sinks. No no no no. This is not happening. This is NOT happening! Okay, calm down, Kas.

 

Meditate. Find him through our connection. You're a Goddess, damn it.

 

“Alright, if | have to be on lockdown, can it be in the meditation room, please?" | ask Lady Camille.

 

“Of course, Luna lokaste. Please be careful in your search. Sister Delilah, please accompany your Luna. Should she need anything, you are to assist in any way you can," Lady Camille says in a comforting manner.

 

“Thank you, Lady Camille,” | sigh with my hands over my heart.

 

Marco gently takes me by the elbow and leads me to the meditation room with James and Delilah right behind us. Marco and James have never really needed to protect me from a threat. It was shocking to see how their demeanor changed from being watchful to being protective.

 

There's no windows or other doors in the meditation room. It is dimly lit with mats and cushions placed on the floor. There is a hint of music playing in the background. One way in, one way out. The perfect location to be protected by my guards. They make sure no one else is in the room, James kisses Delilah deeply, then they step out, and close the door behind us.

 

"Okay, Delilah, I'm going to try to find my mate through our connection. Please pray to Goddess Hecate to keep me safe," I look into her deep blue eyes as we join hands.

 

"Okay. I'm right here if you need me, Luna lokaste," she looks at me with compassion and worry. | can't help but chuckle.

 

“Delilah, if you're coming to live with us, please, call me Kas or Luna Kas if you insist on using my title," | plead with her with as much of a smile as | can muster.

 

She smiles shyly and nods.

 

| sit on the soft mat on the floor, close my eyes, and let my spirit extend out into the universe.

 

Bronx's POV

 

| wake up in a dark, musty room. The air is stale, hot, and humid. My head is pounding. | try to shake out the feeling and look around me. The edges of my vision are a bit blurry but | can still see.

 

to

 

center of the dungeon cell, hanging by silver shackles. My shoes are missing and my toes are barely touching the damp ground. My body weight is putting pressure on the silver shackles around my wrists, and let me tell you, that shit burns.

 

you there?

 

sick fuck is that guy?" Alright, so the rag to the face was full of wolfsbane. | don't taste any in my mouth, so | didn't

 

figure out how to get outta here. Let me know when you are ready, cause when

 

weakly. | know he will rebound

 

|t had to be that substitute pilot. Doesn't matter now. Focus,

 

noises outside, so I'm somewhere remote. Great. There's one small window with bars. No way | could fit through it regardless. Great. The only way out is through the cell door, which is locked and appears to be made out of silver. Things are not

 

the ceiling. The ceiling looks like it is made of cement which is crumbling. | wonder how weak the cement is? If | can get enough leverage from my bodyweight, maybe | can pull the eye

| make the same movement one more time. The skin

 

about to lift my legs up a third time but | hear a door creak and footsteps coming down the hall. | also hear a soft dragging, scraping sound. The smell of whiskey, wolfsbane, and rogue wolf hit my nose. Connors comes into view. His clothes are torn and disheveled. He's holding an empty liquor bottle in one hand and a whip in the other. The whip looks like a cat of nine tails with tiny rows

 

what the rogue caught himself," he slurs heavily, “| got

 

slowly approaches me. | swear he took a bath

 

snarls. His eyes are feral

 

motherfucker,” | growl and spit at his face. | have to keep him talking. If he's talking, he's distracted. If he's distracted, | have a better chance of making it out of

 

not in a position to say no. You will tell me," he snarls again. “And why would | do that?" | growl back at him. Anger is flowing through me. | yank my

 

answer. A sick smile comes across his face. He unzips his pants and pees on my legs. Gross. | feel Saint starting to stir. He won't stand for this kind of

what happens if you don't,” he laughs as he sways

 

me, you'll never find her. I'm the only one who knows where she

 

drunk eyes turn

 

name?" | egg on

 

and | want my slave back," he

 

girl and abused the shit out of her,” | snarl back. Neither Saint nor | are afraid of some feral wolf. Especially

 

she disobeys me," he roars and spins me so my back faces him. | feel movement above me as the eye hook wiggles looser.

 

| yell

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